After two and a half years of turmoil, bereavememnt, moving house three times and other problems, I have ended up with agoraphobia. I have to go out to do shopping etc., and I'm OK if I am in control of where I go and when I leave. I have been asked to go on trips with various friends but the thought of it fills me with real fear and I haven't gone. I have managed the cinema a few times.
I think this has been discussed on forums in the past but I thought there might be some new thinking on the problem. My main fear is falling ill when I'm out knowing that my DH would be there to help me. We were such a support to each other when we had little ailments and we would jolly each other along. I think it will pass in time but I do got fed up with myself.